Ask any knitter.
They'll tell you (whether they've been there or not) that Rhinebeck is all about . . .
And . . . well . . . now that I've been there,
I can tell you - first hand - that, indeed . . . Rhinebeck is all about . . .
From the moment you enter (and, really, even before . . . if traffic is heavy over the bridge. . . ) you will encounter lines at Rhinebeck. Parking. Entrance gates. Getting IN to a yarn vendor's booth. PAYING at a yarn vendor's booth. Bathrooms. Food. The lines are endless! (Really. People. You can buy Miss Babs' yarn online.)
It's a Rhinebeck Tradition . . . to knit - and then wear - a new sweater for Rhinebeck. I did not do this. Patty did not do this. (But both of us wore handknit shawls.) We did see lots of sweaters, though. Some were really cool. Some were really horrid. Some were worn layered with so many other hand knits -- shawls and hats and mitts and socks and scarves -- that you could barely SEE the sweater. But mostly? We saw this hat. It was EVERYWHERE at Rhinebeck this year.
Yeah. We've all heard about how great the artichokes are at Rhinebeck. We've also heard that you sometimes need to wait in a line for 45 minutes to get those artichokes. I'm here to tell you . . . 45 minutes would be a SHORT wait. We did not try the artichokes. (Or any other food, for that matter.) (The lines were ungodly.) (Just sayin.)
So. Much. Yarn. So much that even when you SWORE YOU DID NOT NEED ANY YARN . . . you still walk out with yarn. (You are simply helpless at Rhinebeck.)
Really. Overwhelming. After only a few hours, Patty and I felt a little like zombies.
We want yarn!
It was all so much over the top.
We needed sustenance, so we headed . . .
Really. Rhinebeck was a wonderful experience, and I'm so glad I had the opportunity to take it all in. (But, oh man. I was ready for a beer!)
While in the area, we did a number of other really wonderful things that didn't involve fiber or people or lines (or, sadly, artichokes).
We visited the Eveready Diner for lunch.
We visited the Vanderbilt Mansion . . . where they happened to have gardens.
And we enjoyed unbelievable views of the Hudson River.
What a beautiful part of the world!